User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110726181908

The galley Briney O has made its way to Mossflower shores. About a league up the coast from Salamandastron it berths in a sandy cove. Captain Raznare jumps off his fat waterlogged slave ship gracefully and slogs the fifteen feet to shore through the shallows. Stepping up on the beach, he removes his hat in a flourishing bow. Placing his sword point-down in the sand, he kisses the emerald set in the silver handle. "Mossflower Country at last! Ah, 'tis a great land. Gracias, my noble ship, for helping my crew on the journey to this land of plenty. And what was it you told me, Salpicar my friend?" The weasel in question steps forward. "Ah Capitan, 'twas about a place I have heard tell of many a time: "Redwall" was its name, yer Captaincy. A place of many treasures and great riches and food stores beyond imagination and rooms with comfy beds in 'em, called "Dormitories", Lord."
 * "Then we go to Redwall at once, my noble friend and aide. And you shall have the first of its many pleasantries."
 * "Si, Capitan, it will be done immediately. Rallago, prepare the cart. We go to Redwall at once."